The poetical works of Goldsmith, Collins, and T. Warton
Old Shakespeare receive him with praise and with love,
And Beaumonts and Bens be his Kellys above. 1
Here Hickey reclines, a most blunt pleasant creature,
And slander itself must allow him good nature ; 126
He cherish ' d his friend, and he relish ' d a bumper ;
Yet one fault he had, and that one was a thumper.
Perhaps you may ask if the man was a miser ?
I answer, No, no, for he always was wiser. 130
Too courteous, perhaps, or obligingly flat ?
His very worst foe can ' t accuse him of that.
1 The following poems by Garrick are quoted by some editors, who
think they " may in some measure account for the severity exercised by
Dr. Goldsmith in respect to that gentleman. " But these editors have
been set right by others, who show that both jeux d ' esprit were pro
duced after * Retaliation. ' The ' Fable ' appeared in the Annual Register,
1776, and in Davies ' s ' Garrick, ' 1780, v. ii., p. 157. ED.
HERE, Hermes, says Jove, who with nectar was mellow,
Go fetch me some clay I will make an odd fellow !
Right and wrong shall be jumbled, much gold and some dross :
Without cause be he pleas ' d, without cause be he cross ;
Be sure, as I work, to throw in contradictions,
A great love of truth, yet a mind turn ' d to fictions :
Now mix these ingredients, which, warm ' d in the baking,
Turn to learning and gaming, religion and raking.
With the love of a wench, let his writings be chaste ;
Tip his tongue with strange matter, his pen with fine taste ;
That the rake and the poet o ' er all may prevail,
Set fire to the head, and set fire to the tail.
For the joy of each sex, on the world I ' ll bestow it,
This scholar, rake, Christian, dupe, gamester, and poet ;
Though a mixture so odd, he shall merit great fame,
And among brother mortals be GOLDSMITH his name :
When on earth this strange meteor no more shall appear,
You, Hermes, shall fetch him to make us sport here.
ARE these the choice dishes the Doctor has sent us ?
Is this the great poet whose works so content us ?
This Goldsmith ' s fine feast, who has written fine books ?
Heaven sends us good meat, but the Devil sends cooks.*
God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks. Bay ' s Proverbs. ED.